It can be anything…a fanfic, a headcanon, a personal fantasy, an original story, smut, whatever. Just reblog if you think up some kind of fiction to yourself to help you fall asleep.
I always thought it was just me, until I started talking to other fanwriters…also, those are often the most self-indulgent stories, that I wouldn’t necessarily share publicly…
Yup. Sometimes something that will turn into a fic, sometimes not.
Someone dropped this for me on AO3, but I’m answering it here, because…well, it’s a post I’ve needed to make for days.
AO3 Asker: Are you okay? You’ve spoiled us with frequent updates, and now I’m
worried because it’s been a while since the last one. Hope it’s just the
holidays or the weather or something innocuous.
And lo, this is where my prolific writing and posting turns around to bite me firmly upon the ass–and no, I’m not upset that I was asked about this. I’m upset that I don’t have anything to post for you guys! O_O And I refuse to let that slide without an explanation, because you’ve all done too much for me and the family for me to just bugger off without a word spoken.
[”I’m a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.”]
So: from the end of the move until the end of October, I was involved in a (unfortunately, failed) attempt at helping someone. I drove my health right back into the ground before it even finished recovering in the first place. My body really has not appreciated this.
Then I had to stop taking a long-term medication because I finally got it switched over to something safer with a successful doctor’s visit. However, just because I had the replacement med doesn’t mean withdrawal was magically not a thing. Nope. Not at all. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
[Angry Pushkin go FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU–]
Withdrawal from this particular medication sucks balls. When I’ve not been completely frantic or having anxiety attacks (or full-out PTSD responses because of this autumn’s adventures in Things), I have been having glorious days full of the ADHD equivalent of staring at the wall, i.e. reading short brief blips of things on the internet at full speed because otherwise there is Panic.
I don’t write very well when I’m exhausted and panicking. Or do much of anything well. I have barely spoken to People. I might even be hiding from the cats.
Also, fuck you, week-long withdrawal migraine.
[Rex’s epic headbashing moment.]
I’m supposed to be the podlings’ primary teacher right now. I’m too tired to do this, which contributes to anxiety. I am not fond of this. At least Youngest Podling is like, “Well, real school for a few months doesn’t sound COMPLETELY horrible…” instead of his usual refrain of “I’M NEVER GOING BACK AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” (Dearest bitty podling, I know those feels.)
Granted, being able to get out of the house to go get them enrolled in a brick school for a few months/rest of the school term means being able to conquer the panic long enough to get out of the house. Hahhahahahahahahah, shit.
Of course, then the whole “not doing anything to make money to pay bills” kicks in and makes the panic even worse! It is all a fun collection of Do Not Want. I thought we had bills covered this month, but instead I have to pay two new insurance premiums (2019, baby), two car registration renewals, one license renewal, and screech in outrage over still having to legally pay the (sizable) house insurance payment on that brick and wood heap in Maine.
Have you ever been too panicked to tell people that you’re too panicked to do anything? Welcome to my November so far!
[Sully takes a stress nap.]
It’s getting better–withdrawal doesn’t last forever. It’s just now I’m way behind on everything I was supposed to do this month, like make jewelry and finish a novel.
I can possibly get the novel draft fully completed in time (how? possibly magic) if I can get through the last of stupid-med-withdrawal so that editing is not me simply sobbing in the corner underneath a mound of printed pages. But that doesn’t get my income where it needs to be for bills this month thanks to sort-of unexpected expenses. (I knew about the freaking registration, but things have been so hectic/awful that I forgot November was actually NOVEMBER.)
It is my birthday on the 21st of this month. I have an Amazon wishlist full of Things (which is also an Amazon wishlist full of noted Podling Winter Gifting things), but for my birthday I’d really prefer to be able to legally continue to drive and pay bills and maybe even pay down some of the debts that are really piling up. The Epic Escape From Maine to Save My Ass House-Moving Funtime is still haunting us.
[Stitch uses heavy rectangular projectiles to demonstrate what it is like to be hit in the face with paperwork and bills.]
If you can help–and I know it’s a big if, the holidays are approaching and they are scary–then my PayPal or GooglePay are both still deadcatwithaflamethrower (at) gmail (dot) com, and my snail address is PO Box 4554 St. Augustine, FL 32085. When things are much calmer mentally, I will be finishing off old commissions (You guys have not been forgotten) and opening up a few commissions slots. But my priority is finishing that book. I promised you guys Vishakha this winter, and you deserve to have it.
I’m going to be 39 in eight days.
I hope that by my next birthday I feel more like I am again a capable adult instead of Leech Girl, the Leechening.
Update: FINALLY we have the freaking “take back our house, asshats!” banking paperwork in front of me. It only took 3 months and an untold number of phone calls for something that is so. fucking. simple.
Of course, we have no idea how long it takes after they receive it to process this paperwork and take back that wooden heap so I can stop payment on the house insurance. Fun? eh, it’s still progress.
Please help us get out from beneath Debt Mountain if you can. I’ll even take a shovel at this point, especially as our actual shovels had to be left behind when we moved. (Alllll of our gardening tools. *sigh*)
Paypal & Google Pay! deadcatwithaflamethrower (at) gmail (dot) com
Snail goodness, which is how I got TWO SACKS OF BROWNIES this month! PO Box 4554 Saint Augustine, FL 32805
SOON: Moar shinies. I think I might be able to focus enough to make some tomorrow!
Almost nobody is hot, but some people are extremely hot, which confuses me a lot.
I’M HOT EVERYONE IS HOT TO ME I’M SCARED AND CONFUSED BY THIS BRAVE SEXY WORLD ASGDHSJFN
No one is hot but my wife is really pretty and I love her a lot.
i AM br3Aklngbb doowzzznnm..^_<**,
Partner sex is so gross I can’t even and dissociate if I have to, or even if it’s on TV (but not written!), except when it’s not gross at all because of the person, and then YES PLEASE.
Everyone is hot in theory, but in practice I’d much rather collaborate on a creative project, do you sing?
Characters are hot, real people are not, and also please no naked art. Sometimes written, but mostly no thank you, I’d rather be crocheting.
Someone dropped this for me on AO3, but I’m answering it here, because…well, it’s a post I’ve needed to make for days.
AO3 Asker: Are you okay? You’ve spoiled us with frequent updates, and now I’m
worried because it’s been a while since the last one. Hope it’s just the
holidays or the weather or something innocuous.
And lo, this is where my prolific writing and posting turns around to bite me firmly upon the ass–and no, I’m not upset that I was asked about this. I’m upset that I don’t have anything to post for you guys! O_O And I refuse to let that slide without an explanation, because you’ve all done too much for me and the family for me to just bugger off without a word spoken.
[”I’m a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.”]
So: from the end of the move until the end of October, I was involved in a (unfortunately, failed) attempt at helping someone. I drove my health right back into the ground before it even finished recovering in the first place. My body really has not appreciated this.
Then I had to stop taking a long-term medication because I finally got it switched over to something safer with a successful doctor’s visit. However, just because I had the replacement med doesn’t mean withdrawal was magically not a thing. Nope. Not at all. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
[Angry Pushkin go FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU–]
Withdrawal from this particular medication sucks balls. When I’ve not been completely frantic or having anxiety attacks (or full-out PTSD responses because of this autumn’s adventures in Things), I have been having glorious days full of the ADHD equivalent of staring at the wall, i.e. reading short brief blips of things on the internet at full speed because otherwise there is Panic.
I don’t write very well when I’m exhausted and panicking. Or do much of anything well. I have barely spoken to People. I might even be hiding from the cats.
Also, fuck you, week-long withdrawal migraine.
[Rex’s epic headbashing moment.]
I’m supposed to be the podlings’ primary teacher right now. I’m too tired to do this, which contributes to anxiety. I am not fond of this. At least Youngest Podling is like, “Well, real school for a few months doesn’t sound COMPLETELY horrible…” instead of his usual refrain of “I’M NEVER GOING BACK AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” (Dearest bitty podling, I know those feels.)
Granted, being able to get out of the house to go get them enrolled in a brick school for a few months/rest of the school term means being able to conquer the panic long enough to get out of the house. Hahhahahahahahahah, shit.
Of course, then the whole “not doing anything to make money to pay bills” kicks in and makes the panic even worse! It is all a fun collection of Do Not Want. I thought we had bills covered this month, but instead I have to pay two new insurance premiums (2019, baby), two car registration renewals, one license renewal, and screech in outrage over still having to legally pay the (sizable) house insurance payment on that brick and wood heap in Maine.
Have you ever been too panicked to tell people that you’re too panicked to do anything? Welcome to my November so far!
[Sully takes a stress nap.]
It’s getting better–withdrawal doesn’t last forever. It’s just now I’m way behind on everything I was supposed to do this month, like make jewelry and finish a novel.
I can possibly get the novel draft fully completed in time (how? possibly magic) if I can get through the last of stupid-med-withdrawal so that editing is not me simply sobbing in the corner underneath a mound of printed pages. But that doesn’t get my income where it needs to be for bills this month thanks to sort-of unexpected expenses. (I knew about the freaking registration, but things have been so hectic/awful that I forgot November was actually NOVEMBER.)
It is my birthday on the 21st of this month. I have an Amazon wishlist full of Things (which is also an Amazon wishlist full of noted Podling Winter Gifting things), but for my birthday I’d really prefer to be able to legally continue to drive and pay bills and maybe even pay down some of the debts that are really piling up. The Epic Escape From Maine to Save My Ass House-Moving Funtime is still haunting us.
[Stitch uses heavy rectangular projectiles to demonstrate what it is like to be hit in the face with paperwork and bills.]
If you can help–and I know it’s a big if, the holidays are approaching and they are scary–then my PayPal or GooglePay are both still deadcatwithaflamethrower (at) gmail (dot) com, and my snail address is PO Box 4554 St. Augustine, FL 32085. When things are much calmer mentally, I will be finishing off old commissions (You guys have not been forgotten) and opening up a few commissions slots. But my priority is finishing that book. I promised you guys Vishakha this winter, and you deserve to have it.
I’m going to be 39 in eight days.
I hope that by my next birthday I feel more like I am again a capable adult instead of Leech Girl, the Leechening.
Please help, if you can, and if not, reblog so this gets to more eyes? Deadcatwithaflamethrower is an awesome, awesome author, and I would like my favorite author to be able to pay bills and continue to make shiny and awesome things.
Something that i’ve seen happening in my notifications this week is a new kind of porn blog interacting with my posts, and i want to explain WHY its so important to block them.
In the past all that would happen if a porn blog would follow you is just that, they’d follow you. It was all to do with google algorithyms where if a porn blog was shown as ‘linked’ or following a legitimate site/blog then it increased the place they came in the google searches. Great if you are one of those scam websites that gets people to click on links that either plant malware or are just shady as fuck. Porn blogs were also sometimes shut down without warning so all the scammers hard work was over and gone. Good for us, not good for them. Most of these blogs were just stolen gifs/videos from other porn blogs anyway. If you thought gif stealing was bad/rife in the geek/nerd fandoms, just have a peep at the porn blogs.
Well a lot of the search engines etc caught onto this and built controls into their software, so they found a new way of getting (or at least trying to get) people to click on links to take them off of the tumblr site. This is by finding a random post from a legitimate blogger, which could be about anything, and either deleting the entire content of the post and adding in some ridiculous comment like ‘For more fun follow this link’ with a hyperlink off of tumblr, or if its a photo that in any way is either fun/a meme/or a little nsfw, they keep that in place and just add their link like above. Scroll down their blog and literally every single post will be a reblog and have exactly the same comment on, getting you to click and take you off site.
What does this matter i hear you ask? Well, when it comes to reporting a post, it helps to confuse the tumblr bots/staff as to what’s being reported… the comment or the original post? This means that when a bunch of posts are reported, they are all coming from different originators, this will make tumblr staff’s life even harder, and legitimate blogs are at risk of someone hitting ‘deactivate blog’ in the admin settings, meaning YOU COULD LOOSE YOUR ENTIRE BLOG BECAUSE SOME ASSHOLE PORN BOT REBLOGGED FROM YOU.
So don’t ignore this kind of thing, if you see one of these stupid reblogs (the bots very rarely actually follow you anymore), BLOCK THEM RIGHT THERE AND THEN.
heads up, this is happening again and it’s affecting gif/graphic makers that post links to their sources in their captions. don’treport porn bot reblogs, just block and if you make content, do not link to anything outside of tumblr.
OP, you give some good advice, BUT, you are mixing up a couple of things.
Here’s how you procede when a pr0n blog follows you, likes a post, or reblogs a post.
If they follow you / like a post (either one you created, or that you reblogged from someone else. You simply report the blog for SPAM (reporting for sensitive content does not work/count because TECHNICALLY, NSFW content IS allowed in this website.
You go to the blog in question and click the little buddy icon (red circle)
You see there’s a “Report option”, you click that and you’ll see “Report Spam”, in addition, you’ll see under that the option to “Flag & Report”. You click that. (The screenshot is from a pr0n website that I’m waiting tumblr to remove a post of mine, hence why in the options it says “Unblock” instead of “Block”
Now, when they REBLOG form you, there’s 2 scenarios
Scenario 1:
You are not the original poster of that reblog, you contact the original poster and send them the link, then you follow the steps I mentioned above (report for spam).
Scenario 2:
You ARE the original poster, then you report THE POST ITSELF.
First you visit the post in question and hit the little arrow (the same one you click/tap when you want to send a post to someone in a chat), and you’ll see the option to report, you tap/click that one. (I removed the icons and blog URLs for privacy reasons)
It will bring you to this next window, where you select “report something else” and hit continue:
Which gives you the following, where you select “misattribution violation”:
Once you click that, it’s gonna ask you “Is it your work that’s being misattributed, or that’s missing an attribution?”
You click YES.
Next it’s gonna ask you “Did you originally post this work on Tumblr, or somewhere else?” Select “I posted it on Tumblr”.
Next is gonna ask you:
“Which of the following best describes your issue?”
Someone reposted it instead of reblogging it
Someone reblogged it and injected a link back to their own blog
You select the second option, which will bring you to this window, where you gotta fill the URL of YOUR original post (red square, in the blue square, your email address will already be there, I cropped mine out for privacy). You hit the CAPTCHA thing, and then simply click “Submit and Block”
It’s important to remember to ALWAYS report the BLOG and not the post, UNLESS you are the original poster.
Spread the words, guys, because a lot of people don’t know how to proceed when a post of theirs gets hijacked by pr0n blogs.
*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.
Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.
*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.
There’s a number of variables to adjust for that might change the answer to that question, because medieval is used to define a relatively large swath of time, as well as customs differing between places and also the relative social status of the individuals and families involved.
My own research has generally been limited to England and surrounding countries, primarily during the Hundred Years War and into the War of the Roses, so my hardcopy resources tend to reflect that. (Also, I don’t remember what I might still have in boxes, because I haven’t unpacked all my books since my last move six and a half years ago.)
The Pastons and Thier England, by H.S. Bennett, or looking for the Paston letters is a good resource for moderately wealthy 15th century English people. Looking for the letters themselves, which may be digitized, though I don’t know if they’re available online because I haven’t looked recently and my bookmarks are a disorganized mess, would give you access to a primary source. (also, if documentary type things help, there’s a trio that draws heavily on the Paston letters for information. Medieval Lives – Birth, Marriage, Death. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mygtqHjXT-A&list=PLCpYM0jg1d5M0XcIp4yj2kZF4Cws07HgL )
Marriage and the Family in the Middle Ages, by Frances and Joseph Gies is a book which might be useful, if not necessarily up to date (it was originally published in 1987). It has a broad overview, though it’s not terribly in-depth about any one place or time, and what’s probably most useful is their bibliography, and any primary sources they cite.
Looking for information about marriage customs, rather than courting customs, and including a century and a country might locate you resources, but I’m not entirely confident that they’ll be good ones, or a language you can read (my problem for some things is finding English-language resources).
“Star Trek was an attempt to say that humanity will reach maturity and wisdom on the day that it begins not just to tolerate, but take a special delight in differences in ideas and differences in life forms.”
- Gene Rodenberry
i think that… approximately 100% of the time, parents, teachers, etc… have this misconception that neurodivergent kids & teens don’t know anything about how to handle their neurodivergence.
for years, i suffered through people making suggestions of things that were things i had done, and either weren’t worth the effort or they actually made things worse. i told them this, and if i was still having any issues with the same problem they’d say something about “well if you’re not gonna listen to any suggestions…” when I did. they’re the one who didn’t listen when i told them that doesn’t work for me. They assume that because I didn’t try it in front of them (which is often impossible), I never tried it. I tried doing my homework as soon as I got home. I tried doing my homework at the table, I tried working where I was comfortable. I tried listening to music, I tried working in silence. I tried using a planner, I tried setting reminders on my phone, I tried. I tell people that I have executive functioning issues and they say that I have to work on it like I haven’t been doing that as long as I’ve had to do things and it’s so much better than it was before. I’m as able as I am now because I’ve spent 18 years working on it.
One of my friends has ADHD, and at one point when her grades dropped her parents took her phone, despite her telling them that the only way she can focus on her homework is to listen to music, for which she needs her phone.
I was in a study hall with another friend, who also has ADHD. Sometimes, they would be able to focus and do their work. Others, they would end up being entirely unable to and would do other stuff. The “instructional support” person would start bothering them about it, insist that they try. As if they hadn’t already done so.
I am tired of watching people assume that neurodivergent people aren’t trying, or we haven’t tried. We’re always trying.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 